threnody for Thomas "Pinky" Imbriglio drowned at the quarry’s ledge

why is it now that I see you

ripple in still water –– flesh

a muted grey resolution, the value

of raw granite?

with what invitation did still

water call for the fracture of your skull?

your dark eyes set deep in youth

are darker now, more deeply set. the fading

wavelet marks you drowned

in the calm below the still water.